Exiting Great Wasteland City,
Ye Chen sat upright in his chariot, heading westward.
The journey to Kunlun Ruins was long, spanning across dozens of provinces, far too vast to cover in a short time. Thus, he instructed the elder to push the chariot's speed to its absolute limit.
One day later.
In the skies hundreds of thousands of miles away,
Ye Chen's chariot brushed past a divine ark.
On the divine ark,
a middle-aged man stood at the helm, and behind him stood a young man with a sharp aura and formidable presence.
“Master, was that chariot just now from the Ye Imperial Clan?”
The young man asked curiously.
“Indeed,”
the Chi Yan Saint Lord nodded, looking in the direction of Great Wasteland City. “If my guess is correct, the person inside should be the Ye Clan's Young Master—Ye Chen.”
“The second on the Heavenly Genius Ranking?”
The young man clicked his tongue in awe.
He turned back, glancing at the chariot as it disappeared into the distance, a surge of fighting spirit rising in his heart.
“You're no match for him,”
the Chi Yan Saint Lord said gravely. “Ye Chen is a figure with the potential of an Emperor. Judging by the direction he's traveling, he likely left Great Wasteland City after obtaining information on the first-ranked genius.”
Hearing this, the young man fell silent, his fighting spirit slightly dampened.
The Chi Yan Saint Lord sighed softly, casting a glance at his disciple.
Though he was among the younger generation, he fell far short—no, vastly short—of Ye Chen's caliber.
After all,
his disciple hadn't even made it onto the Heavenly Genius Ranking.
“When we arrive at the Heavenly Mechanism Tower, I'll consult the Tower Lord for you. With his methods, he might be able to help you secure a spot on the Genius Ranking.”
The Chi Yan Saint Lord continued.
Given the resources of the Chi Yan Sacred Land, they had already done their utmost to cultivate him. Yet, surpassing other geniuses remained challenging. After all, every Sacred Land trained exceptionally talented disciples.
To rely on ordinary methods to rapidly enhance his disciple's strength and leapfrog over other geniuses was almost impossible.
Since ordinary means wouldn't suffice,
the Chi Yan Saint Lord's only remaining option was the Heavenly Mechanism Tower!
The Tower Lord's methods were unfathomable. Perhaps he could alter the course of someone's destiny.
“Thank you, Master, for your support!”
The young man exclaimed in delight.
He was eager to make the Genius Ranking. He didn't need a high ranking—just securing a spot, even at 100th, would be a tremendous honor.
To rank among the top 100 of countless young geniuses, what an extraordinary feat!
Just imagining it filled him with pride.
“As the Chi Yan Saint Son, I hope you will not tarnish the name of our Sacred Land,”
the Chi Yan Saint Lord remarked casually.
“Your disciple will not disappoint you!”
The young man replied respectfully.
“Good.”
The Chi Yan Saint Lord nodded in satisfaction.
As they approached the Heavenly Mechanism Tower,
his own emotions stirred slightly. His purpose in visiting was not solely for his disciple's benefit—there were also personal stakes involved.
After all,
both Yang Qiu and Ren Qingtu had achieved sainthood. His failure to break through as the Chi Yan Saint Lord was becoming a pressing concern.
As the two from Chi Yan Sacred Land rapidly approached Great Wasteland City,
Elsewhere—
The void split open, and two figures emerged. Both were shrouded in divine light, their forms hazy and indistinct, revealing nothing of their identities.
Behind them stood five elders, silently observing.
“Three thousand miles ahead lies Great Wasteland City. A formation of Saint King level should be sufficient to cover it, correct?”
One of the figures, enveloped in black divine light, asked solemnly.
“Almost.”
An elder stepped forward, holding a formation map inscribed with intricate patterns. He raised his hand, tossing a divine metal shard into the ground, embedding it into the earth veins.
“Buzz!”
The divine metal began to glow, drawing power from the earth veins and forming a mysterious node.
“This place is suitable for setting up a formation.”
The elder surveyed the surrounding mountains and rivers and nodded slightly.
“Then I'll trouble you, Fellow Daoist.”
The other figure spoke.
Surrounded by divine light that distorted the space around him, if anyone could pierce through this shroud, they would recognize him as the Yao Guang Saint Lord.
“A trivial task.”
The elder waved his hand dismissively. Glancing at the other four elders, he said in a grave tone:
“I'll need the help of you four.”
“Understood!”
The four nodded in unison.
As the words fell,
the five elders took their positions, standing at the cardinal points of the land, with the first elder in the center. Each produced a fragment of a formation map. Together, the fragments formed a complete formation.
“Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!”
Streams of light shot out from their hands, stabilizing the surrounding mountains and rivers. The energy of heaven and earth began to converge from all directions.
A massive formation's framework gradually began to take shape.
From this moment,
the once-clear skies darkened. A faint killing intent permeated the land, causing an inexplicable unease among all living beings.
Every creature's heart trembled,
as if sensing an impending catastrophe.
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